We can handle the meat and grill.”John looked at me and with a southern accent said with great solemnity. “I got you bro.”“And I got you.” W... nodded, he took drink orders and left.Melissa looked at me. “Did you just dude bro bond with the waiter?”I did my one arm shrug. “He’s seen shit, I’ve seen shit. You gotta take care of each other.”“He’s seen shit?” That, surprisingly, was Linda.“Waiting. Being a waiter is rough. I let him know what I wanted. Now he takes care of me, I take care of. When I returned, I was pretty busy. A book I was writing had been returned from my editor for some suggested changes and additions. Several articles I was working on were due, and there was also a poetry contest I was interested in entering. I was putting in long days to get everything done by the deadline dates and usually pretty exhausted by bedtime.Every once in a while, if it was a pleasant night, I would sleep out on my deck on a double lounge chair. Tonight was perfect weather, so I. I mentioned how sexy she was and how her husband must be loving her like this. Sadly, she said no. She didn't know if he was turned off or just afraid of hurting the baby but they weren't having any sex at all. To make matters worse, she was hornier than ever. My dick was semi-hard and leaking pre-cum like crazy as I listened to her. "Well if there's anything I can do......." I offered. She took me up on it right there. She locked the door of the class room and rushed into my arms. I. ‘It doesn’t matter, because it did not get that far,’ she says. It is the only answer she is going to give. ‘Now, like I said, you are in control. I’m just that... ‘“That little voice in the back of my mind,” he finishes with a sigh. “And you are in need after so long being away.”Arlyne smiles at him, flashing some very sharp teeth. ‘You’ve got it right. Now, don’t worry if it’s a boy or a girl. The pleasure is all you should worry about. You’ve got a pussy, and pussies need to be.